High Martial World: I Gain Passive Skills Daily Chapter 173 - 118: Chen Kuang Is Dead (Triple Combo)

Chen Kuang sighed in his heart.

"No, the cheat isn’t big enough yet!"

"However, after this one ti, I suppose I truly can hide away quietly and focus on leveling up passively...

right?"

Chen Kuang couldn’t shake a subtle sense of ominous foreboding in his heart.

Soon, his thoughts turned fuzzy.

But the sa pain, he has endured several tis in the illusion failing to escape the Imperial City, so he doesn’t find it unbearable.

This ti, "transplanting flowers to trees" didn’t trigger.

Chen Kuang breathed a sigh of relief, feeling sowhat relaxed instead.

Even if doubled back, the killed was just a pitiful person whose future was ruined by the Martial Saint, the actual body of the Martial Saint is still in seclusion.

Better that it didn’t trigger.

Chen Kuang’s vision gradually fell into darkness, relying on his remaining strength to protect his heart, his mind stirred, opening the storage bag he carried.

At this ti within the illusion, Chen Kuang has already entered deep focus, manifesting a Dragon’s Gums zither, playing "Anonymous," temporarily stabilizing his divine sense to cast a spell—

Demon Shedding Technique.

"Wooo—"

Suddenly, a sorrowful flute sound ca from above the river.

Chen Kuang, being a legitimate sound cultivator, instantly recognized the flute’s brilliance, couldn’t help but feel dazed.

This flute sound, it’s actually assisting him in resisting the Martial Saint?!

Flute sounds wailed, weeping like a lant.

Mu Zhao’s icy voice ca vaguely: "Zhu Yiming, Pavilion Master Zhu, is Celestial Sound Pavilion so idle with ti to ddle in my affairs?"

"Or are you siding with this evil cultivator?"

An unfamiliar old man sighed, replied: "Just standing up to injustice."

He seed unwilling to argue further, the flute sound continued to play.

Mu Zhao scoffed, on the surface of the river winds and clouds suddenly surged, pushing the flute sound back.

Zhu Yiming strained to support, actually managed to delay Mu Zhao for a mont.

This person is also of the Profound Profound Realm, evidently more profound than Wen Si, able to restrain even a Martial Saint borrowing their physical form.

Chen Kuang’s pressure sharply lessened, his flesh and blood actually began to reshape, witnessing an opportunity to survive...

But Chen Kuang twitched the corner of his mouth, internally cursed.

What the hell, no way!

On usual days only encountering those rotten with corruption, why now suddenly appear a good person standing up to unfairness?!

Never has there been a mont, thinking the world might just be a bit better with more bad people...

Fine, I’ll do it myself then.

Chen Kuang’s storage bag opened wide, the box holding rmaid’s Tears instantaneously turned to dust upon erging, but as rmaid’s Tears entered the water, it rged, becoming a barely noticeable bubble.

"Pop."

The bubble floated forward, swallowed another item that erged—

A new doll stitched by Gan Tang.

At this mont, the doll soaked with blood and flesh, becoming the ideal curse dium.

The bubble tightened, rged into the doll, protecting it, and upon the blood’s transformation, ford several runes, which followed the water flow into the vortex, disappeared into the river...

Chen Kuang, subrged at the riverbed, released the power safeguarding his heart.

The flute sound above imdiately halted.

...

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Wen Si battling with the three Grandmasters from the Divine Farr Bureau, although not falling behind, was unable to constantly attend to Chu Wen Ruo and her companions.

Fortunately, their current mission seed genuinely to be just slaying demons, not harming humans.

Not targeting Chu Wen Ruo and company.

But Wen Si couldn’t help furrowing his brow.

Why did they intercept them now, only targeting him, the demon?

However, imdiately, his internal doubts were answered.

The heavily active riverfront abruptly fell silent.

Mu Zhao’s cold laughter echoed:

"Chen Kuang is dead! Anyone daring to offend Martial Saint Pavilion will et the sa fate..."

Later words seed uttered, but Chu Wen Ruo was stunned, no longer hearing anything.

Her limbs grew weak, Qingcuo hurriedly supported her, speaking deeply:

"Madam... Whether it takes a hundred years or a thousand years, as long as I live, I will avenge this mortal enemy continuously..."

"Hundreds and thousands of years? Too long."

Chu Wen Ruo shook her head, sighed deeply:

"It’s really too long... I thought this ti, I would finally learn to be human, to love, or... to hate."

Qingcuo suddenly felt an ominous premonition.

Her thoughts curiously froze for a mont, her entire being becoming immobile.

And within this instant, Chu Wen Ruo already reached for the sword at Qingcuo’s waist.

"Swoosh—"

Sparkling sword light unsheathed, illuminated her dark eyes.

The beautiful, fragile woman spun, her dress and blood danced together like a blossoming flower.

Su Huaiying stood petrified, reached out trembling, pushed the fallen woman ahead, feeling lost.

"Mother...?"

Afar, the first light of dawn finally erged.

A hazy round sun gradually rose.

"Dawn is here!"

The trio of Divine Farr Bureau felt startled, becoming alert.

Yet the Eternal Self Great Demon didn’t appear...

The trio felt bewildered, when Wind Marquis suddenly stiffened, pointed towards the dimly bright sun, his body trembling.

The other two were startled, hurriedly asked: "What’s wrong?!"

Wind Marquis’ expression nearly uncontrolled, fearfully said: "Moon...Mo...opens..."

The two looked where he pointed.

That "sun" with a jagged contour shed a pale radiance—

That was not the sun at all, but a full moon.

At this mont.

The moon opened its splendid, enormous, sapphire eyes.